ISSUE: Fall 2012
Titled with a phrase from Michael Ondaatje
First, decide where water stops
And ice begins. Then, where ice
Ends and land takes over. As if
You will ever see the land, here,
Or anything lying under the ice
That cannot shrug it off. Try,
Beginning from the other end, to discern
Exactly the line between sky
And cloud, cloud
And mountain. Nobody’s settled
Anything yet. Try to decide
Where the horizon locates itself
And whether the sun hovers above it
Or, selfless illusionist, has merely
Projected itself on the air: all
For your pleasure, that show of light
The moment darkness descends
And threatens not to lift. For months, also
For your pleasure, the question: Where
Darkness ends and you begin.
